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dear_mun2020-12-21 07:15 pm
hidden_fragrance) wrote in dear_mun2020-12-21 07:15 pm
Considering lastvoyages
While I appreciate you not putting me in the path of those I would rather not see is this really necessary? It's one thing to bring me out every now and then for your games - sometimes they are even diverting. But this....what? Limbo? What are you hoping to achieve? I lost everything and then I died. I'm tired. Just let me rest.
People like you are just like him. You don't know better than to stay away from people like me. It'll be to your detriment.
People like you are just like him. You don't know better than to stay away from people like me. It'll be to your detriment.
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OOC:It has been literal years since I've played on DW. So many things to set up
Helps when one's mind is still alive to offer such gems to those who require it.
welcome back
Thank you!
Pity there are no rumors about you.
How the hell did you get out of that casket?
Re: Thank you!
Why should I tell you?
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....Or I can sit back and wait for Chifeng-zun to sniff you out. That won't take very long, I'm sure.
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How difficult was it, Guangyao, to survive in the realm of the dead? Penniless, friendless... No one truly after you-save one-and everyone else you've murdered, but no one else really giving a shit about you.
*a smile*
Not so different from when you were alive, I reckon.
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[Let that sting, you little brat. You think he's never heard this and worse? He's had more practice with other people's disapproval than you ever will in several life times.]
Oh I had friends when I was alive - and I knew which ones mine were.
[His eyes narrow as if to say 'not you, you social climber.' It's a bit hypocritical perhaps, but he did cherish the few people who cherished him. Even if he could count them on one hand.]
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Enjoy admiring yourself in the mirror? I can almost see my own reflection on your side--but then I remember I didn't need a pearl to claim my bloodline. I didn't kill my blood to secure my status. *Growls* I didn't feel threatened by an infant and a boy that I may be found out to be a lie.
*He had his brother for that. But that was for another time.*
You had no friends, Guangyao. As flimsy those bridges you built, you burnt them just as quickly.
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I have wondered what it must feel like to know that without a bloodline I'd be nothing. That even a great name couldn't save me from having no talent. Though I suppose being so charmless and oafish that my chances of starting a family were next to nonexistent would have saved me from some grief, so maybe there is merit in that.
And who were your friends? A- Ling? Well, he is blood and had no choice I suppose. Though children do gravitate to other children. [No one else followed him to that temple.] Sect Leader Yao who sways wherever the wind is blowing? Nie Huaisang who was perfectly willing to put you all in danger's path to get his revenge? Has your brother returned to Lotus Pier? I'll wager he still prefers to stick to Hanguang-jun, rather than endure you and your tantrums.
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*Out of all of the things he could blow up about, he fights to remain focused on his nephew.*
Being placed in danger is nothing new. The only person who needed to die, did, and Sect Leader Nie saw to that.
*Juts his chin up so he could look down on Jin Guangyao.* Everything you touched withered. With your demise, I'm sure Jin Rulan will become the finest Sect Leader the Jins have ever had.
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[Unimpressed, he steps forward. He's faced Nie Mingjue head on, Jiang Cheng is not scary. Not even close. He also pushed his nephew out of Mingjue's way, but he's sure no one cares to remember that as it doesn't suit their narrative. Jin Ling was the only thing he did right. He only hopes that Jiang Cheng is right about one thing for once in his dull witted life, because the world isn't that kind or that forgetful. He has no illusions about the mess he left his nephew.
Frankly, he hopes Huaisang becomes head cultivator. That would be irony. Good luck, A-Sang. It isn't as fun as it looks.]
Well, he'll certainly be greater than you. Speaking of tantrums, I feel like very soon you are going to make some kind of point.
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Is that not the purpose of a parent? To lift the children up to be a greater legacy than their parents?
Luckily the Jin Line will be redeemed by an orphan boy.
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I've been accused of prattling on, but I'm beginning to suspect that Sect Leader Jiang has no one left to talk to but my humble self. Why else bother the already deceased? What's the outcome of this needless battle? You are going to kill me again?
[His laugh was half incredulous, half self mocking.]
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Can't kill what was never alive to begin with.
*It's a risk to turn his back on the thing, but he does it, still alert for retaliation.*
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He is curious at the turning away and an eyebrow arches in question. Amazing. Jiang-simpleton is so foolish that just might be his brand of genius. Yet, his fingers hover above the guqin, waiting. His feelings towards this man aren't complicated. At best, he has nothing but contempt for him. But, A-Ling, that's much more complicated. And he's running out of uncles.]
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